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| If you could be paid for doing anything you wanted full time, what would you do? When you were a child, what did you dream of doing when you grew up? Then, take some time to research “unconventional” jobs (ie. hot air balloonist, deep sea invertebrate researcher, professional table tennis master, etc) and share one that you think you would be good at or would be fun to try. A very long prompt. 1. If you could be paid for doing anything you wanted full time, what would you do? Nothing. Had jobs. So, no. I prefer the idle life. I read, write, travel, take photos, share... If someone could pay me for that without it being a burden? Yeah. Maybe travel agent? Maybe professor. Both share knowledge. 2. When you were a child, what did you dream of doing when you grew up? I started gardening when I was 9. I had a 'town' with cars and houses and clay roads... in the dirt. Maybe I should have been a landscaper or urban planner... maybe. As a child I dreamt a lot. But never about working. I didn't care about money, had none, still don't care. 3. Then, take some time to research “unconventional” jobs (ie. hot air balloonist, deep sea invertebrate researcher, professional table tennis master, etc) and share one that you think you would be good at or would be fun to try. From Google: 8) Full-time Netflix viewer: ... NO, too boring. 7) Train Pusher: ... NO, too stressful. 6) Professional Mourner: ... BETTER. I prefer funerals to weddings. 5) Snake Milker: ... NO. 4) Dog food taster: ... NO, I'll leave that to the dogs and those who best understand them. 3) Odour Judge: ... NO, not qualified. My sniffer is snuffed. 2) Marmite Taster: ... NO. 1) Scuba Diving Pizza Delivery Man: NO. I hate water, can't swim and you gotta be kidding... So that leaves professional mourner. Except I take after my mother who considered my dad's funeral her party. She cried in private. So 21 years ago that's what she was doing. My dad died on February 26th, buried on March 2nd. There's this: "O SON OF THE SUPREME! I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendor. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?" The Hidden Words of Bahá’u’lláh, Arabic #32. So maybe I'd do better being a professional mourner in New Orleans... I don't consider death a bad thing. When I do mourn I mourn for me, myself. 1.499 |
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